Quotes About Uncertainty

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate. But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.

She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do.

But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

La esperanza es un juego estúpido.

She tried to slide it back to proper true, but couldn't see the shape of it and couldn't tell the way of things and if it was a place where it was right.

Por desgracia, la vida casi nunca tiene un guión tan meticuloso.

Era...- Kvothe tenía la cabeza tan agachada que parecía que hablaba con sus manos, recogidas sobre el regazo-. ¿Que estoy haciendo? -Dijo con voz débil, como si tuviera la boca llena de grises cenizas-. ¿Para qué puede servir esto? ¿Cómo puedo explicárosla si yo nunca la he entendido?

Sabía lo rápido que podían romperse las cosas. Hacías todo lo que podías. Te ocupabas del mundo. Confiabas en estar a salvo. Pero aun así, ella lo sabía. Podía llegar aplastándolo todo, y no podías hacer nada.

Y sí, sabía que ella no tenía razón. Sabía que todo estaba escorado. Sabía que su cabeza estaba desbaratada. Sabía que no era auténtica por dentro. Lo sabía.

Kote was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much, Bast. My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did." He smiled wistfully. "Even if there were very good reasons for me not to do what I did.

meeting and never even show up for it. Not that that's anything new in my life…." Denna

I couldn't remember whether I'd slept on the floor out of fear of assassins or bedbugs.

Y sí, sabia que ella no tenía razón. Sabía que todo estaba escorado. Sabía que su cabeza estaba desbaratada. Sabía que no era auténtica por dentro. Lo sabía.

Oh yes. Fulcrum had broken, but that wasn't wrong. Eggs break. Horses break. Waves break. Of course he broke. How else could someone so all certain-centered let his perfect answers out into the world? Some things were jut too true to stay.

a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

When you're alone, it's easy to be afraid. It's easy to focus on what might be lurking in the dark at the bottom of the cellar steps. It's easy to obsess on unproductive things, like the madness of stepping into a storm of spinning knives. When you're alone it's easy to sweat, panic, fall apart …

Some streets are dangerous as frothing dogs, where no amount of care will keep you safe.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most.

That's the first thing you said to me. I was just wondering why you're here. My seven words. I've been wondering the same thing for so long.

She nodded seriously. "That's as much as I've guessed too." She paused to look at the circle the horizon made around us. The wind caught her hair and she brushed it back again. "Do you happen to know where I'm going?

Yes. No. Maybe. Elsewhere. Soon.

I did my best not to think about it. Only a fool worries over what he can't control.

Mi estado de ánimo pasó de la euforia a la duda en lo que se tarda en respirar tres veces.